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Chapter 31

Thirty-One: Harrison's Side. 

Warning: If you disapprove of homosexuals, then skip this chapter. It's fine by me. Bromance and unpleasant words are present. If you can't handle homosexuals or gay romance or the English subject then you're better off reading the next chapter instead. 

~Harrison's POV 

I'm needed back at home, huh? That's rare. Looks like shit happened in the Philippines. 

"Mind letting me in?" Why is he here again? 

He let himself in as soon as the door unlocks. I made myself comfortable on the couch as I watch him take of his coat and sit across me.

"Like what you see?" I say and as if on cue, his green eyes sparkles under the sunlight peeking through the curtains of the window. The only light in this room. 

I see his lips curl up on one side. He's trademark smirk pasted on his lips. "Yeah... you look fucking hot right now, Harrison." I allow myself to chuckle, letting him admire the view in front of him. 

"Why are you here again?" He shifted his gaze from my crotch to my eyes. His intentions are clearly visible but I'll remain oblivious for now, let him think what he wants as long as he doesn't do it to me without my consent. 

"No particular reason really..." he says with his smirk turning into a genuine smile but his eyes portrayed otherwise. "I just really liked eye-raping you." I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud at his honesty. 

"Control yourself, Sam. I know you're gay, you've made that clear since the first time I met you, but I won't let you taste me. It's a wall I won't let you break." He chuckled. 

"I know, I know. I'm not breaking our friendship or else I won't be able to eye-rape you anymore, would I? It would be a big loss for me." I shook my head as I laugh. He joined me soon after.

"If you have something to say, say it. Say it now before I decide to take you right here." He winks. 

I reach out for the tea in front of me that I've prepared for us. I let out a soft, almost inaudible moan, after feeling the warmth of the tea on my tongue. It's a nice feeling since it's bloody cold outside. 

Wait... shit... did I just accidentally moan? I immediately turn my eyes to Sam and catch him licking his lips and looking at me with an obvious intention. His eyes are clearly filled with lust. 

"Damn, Harrison. That voice just made me rock hard, Harry." I shook my head and mentally slapped myself. I better not let his fantasies bring my guard down. 

"Control yourself, Sam." I shake my head again. "Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you about something importa--" 

"Oh my God, you're finally letting me fuck you?!" He chirped, sitting up straight with a grin playing on his lips. I wiped my face with my right hand in frustration. "You didn't even let me finish. And besides, over my dead body." I say in monotone to indicate that I'm serious.